Besitos-Selena Quintanilla

[00:02.00]Pierce The Veil - Besitos [00:03.00] [00:07.53]You're my favorite explosion. [00:14.31]A violin with no hands plays symphonies with no words. [00:20.97]A drowning boy with no voice prays someone up there's telling me, [00:27.23]You'd better not get back up! [00:29.96]I spit my heart into this red cup. [00:33.16]I'd better pick it back up, it might ruin your night. [00:38.76]And she said, "Baby, leave the water by the bed for later, [00:46.59]and I woke up without a single drop. [00:57.71]Go down your list and be satisfied if all you have is not enough. [01:06.38](True love comes from more than just the heart) [01:08.56]She said paint a picture on me, [01:11.65]throw your dress up and your heart away. [01:14.88]Yeah, I heard what you said. [01:16.92]A friend of a friend, these strangers at the party never paid. [01:22.52]And if that doesn't turn you on. [01:25.75]I'll keep talking till something does. [01:29.02]As we're covered in sand, you roll over and smile. [01:38.11][00:50.69]I told myself I'm tired of holding up your backup plans. [01:52.80]And until that day, [01:56.59]I'll steal you flowers from the cemetery, red roses. [02:09.80]Red rose of the dead. [02:13.16]How does it feel to breathe oxygen inside her head? [02:31.34]So say it, say I'm in love, cause you called me [02:38.84]crying from your job, said you just got fired. [02:44.55]And you don't have a backup plan, [02:50.77]so don't expect me to understand. [02:57.82](A diamond bullet and a gun made of gold, [03:00.53]she was covered in blood last seen in San Francisco) [03:04.46]Yeah! [03:16.01]We all breakdown. [03:18.66]Sometimes the bedroom walls become my only friends, [03:25.27]but they were there from beginning to end. [03:35.64]I'm tired of holding up your backup plans. [03:41.47][01:46.04]Go down your list and be satisfied it's all you have. [03:48.02]You know I've never held a gun in my life, [03:52.56]but now I carry one around in case I see you tonight. [03:58.79]Bedroom walls. [04:00.91]Oh, these bedroom walls. [04:04.10]Oh, I hate what it tastes like.